Soo..Kat, I guess this means I bring my swimsuit and plan on two milers at wee hours come this TG?
Giles ,'Touched'
Natter 68: Bork Bork Bork
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Sure! I'm slower than you are.
The different workouts totally work for me, though. I like novelty. It's why my preferred yoga style does not have a set series of poses like Ashtanga or Bikram. Novelty = tolerability.
The rests though totally matter.
K prefers just powering through.
I don't often vary strokes, though I'd love to do fly one day. But varying WHAT I do matters.
I started out doing 8 laps front stroke, 8 back, 8 1/2 front, 8 1/2 back, but now I'm doing 11 front, 16 1/2 back, and 5 1/2 front to finish. That's why my arms are getting tired by the time I'm finished with the back stroke. If I can, I try and fit in my back stroke while I'm in the lane by myself, because I do tend to weave in the lane if I'm not careful while backstroking.
Backstroke totally kills my arms. But I think it's just different muscles that I generally don't use enough...Breaststroke takes too long.
One nice thing happened today. I got an unexpected bonus.
And tomorrow, my CSA haul is going to be: broccoli, zucchini, lettuce, arugula, spinach, radishes, scallions, basil, oregano, avocadoes, lemons/limes, Fuji apples, Valencia oranges, apricots, strawberries, yellow nectarines, and raspberries.
so jealous. I just won't eat an entire CSA. Aside from being one person, I'm not home a lot.
The most adorable guy talked to me tonight. Oh, my god. I'm in the concession line at the theatre, wearing my Green Lantern t-shirt, and the guy sweeping the floor strikes up a conversation with me about comic book T-shirts. His collection rivals mine.
But he was so nervous! You could tell he didn't make a habit of talking to strange women, but the sheer dorkness of my shirt made it impossible for him not to say anything.
So darling.
Awwwww
Hah--at the bar tonight, the super hot bartender was having a whole geektastic convo with someone about various comic book types, who would win in a fight. When I walked up they were on joker vs various but by the time I walked away they'd moved to people I'd never heard of, and were telling ne to burn any copies I found of Highlander 2 or 3. Um, ok?
I'm pretty sure the guy who runs the desk at my podiatrist's office is sweet on me. He seemed disappointed that he won't see me until September.
I'm also pretty sure that he's about 25.